User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-26024035-20160423174610

"Don't want it?" He asked  once they were clear of the village,  disbelief and distrust fighting for dominance on his face. He had tossed the gold coins into a pouch attached to his belt, and had been fingering the bag thoughtfully since the very moment they had begun walking. "I thought yew slew those mates o' yourn fer a touch o' my gold..." He continued softly, his eyes narrowing.